Chapter 67 What's wrong with you? I thought we had already had physical contact...
The icy warmth from his grip on my wrist was piercing my bones.
good?
Junior Brother had been in mourning for the Snow Mountain Sect for over twenty years, practicing the unorthodox sword technique that shortened his lifespan, and his hair had turned white overnight.
What's your voice?
You have manipulated all the heroes in the world, stirring up bloodshed in the martial arts world. You have been deliberate and calculated, luring her here to watch the farce of you and your son killing each other.
What's wrong with you? You're fine!
"Miss Qing," he looked at her stubbornly, "This technique will cause serious internal injuries. He will die."
"What would happen if you went? Would you trade your life for his?"
Each word was spoken slowly and softly.
"What does this have to do with you?!" Qing Guiyu suddenly raised his head and glared at him. "Chen Juansheng, you've been planning this for so long, didn't you just want to see this scene today? Now that you've got what you wanted, why do you still want to stop me?"
Shen Juansheng's face turned even paler. He grabbed her hand.
"I don't want to..." He lowered his head, finally looking away from her, his voice trembling, "I don't want to see you... like this."
This look made her feel suffocated, so she stopped talking nonsense with him. She suddenly put her fingers together with her other hand to form a seal, circulated the internal force of the Qing Nang Jue, and clasped her ten fingers together to use a method to relieve the force.
This clever change should not have allowed him to break free from Young Master Jin Sheng's grip, but Shen Juansheng felt as if he had been burned. His fingertips trembled violently and he actually let go.
Qing Guiyu seized this fleeting opportunity, gathered his energy and began to practice the Listening to the Rain Step.
The black fox fur slipped off her body, and her steps, like "Canhe Tingyu Bu" (Canhe Tingyu Bu) had never been so fast before. In just two or three steps, she reached the young man in white.
"Junior Brother."
The voice trembled a little in the wind, but it was very clear.
The young man in white clothes and white hair, holding a sword, was standing alone. When he heard the voice, his body shook violently and he slowly turned around.
Snowflakes fell on his frosty hair and between his jade-like eyebrows. His face had lost its color from excessive wear and tear, adding a faint coldness to his expression.
"Junior sister."
Lu Guiyan's voice was a little scattered by the cold wind, but it finally became warm, with a bit of struggled warmth, just like before, "Why are you here?"
Qing Guiyu took a few steps forward and stood in front of him. Looking at his frosty white hair, he felt his nose sore and his eyes instantly became hot.
"I..." She opened her mouth, but all she could say was stuck in her throat. In the end, she could only rub her eyes and said, "I came to find you."
Suddenly I remembered the story of the Qi-washing Technique.
"Your hair..." She stretched out her hand, but paused in mid-air, not daring to touch the white hair. She could only grab one of his hands, "Let me check your pulse... Is the depletion of the Bingxi Qi Xi Jue very serious?"
"It's the price." Lu Guiyan answered calmly, looking over her shoulder at the broken sword behind her.
"My parents sent me a letter before they died, which contained the complete volume of the Bingxi Qi-Cleansing Technique. They also instructed me: when I see blood, I should think of my unrevenged vengeance, and when I wear white, I should be wary of my meridians drying up. Since I have inherited the bloodline of the Snow Mountain Sect, I must inherit everything here."
However, this blood could only pulsate weakly under her fingers, so faint that it was frightening.
It was not the peace that she was familiar with, with the fragrance of agarwood, but a bone-chilling coldness that was soaked in the breath of death.
"It's dangerous here." Seeing her expression change drastically, Lu Guiyan calmly pulled his hand away from her pulse-checking hand, "You shouldn't have come."
"I shouldn't have come?" Qing Guiyu laughed angrily, but the sound was even more unpleasant than crying. "You've made yourself look so weird, and you don't even allow me to come and see you? Junior Brother, you've been practicing this ghost sword for so long that your brain must have been damaged, right?!"
But when she spoke in detail about this technique—since her hands were empty, she was stunned for a moment, and finally spoke with some difficulty, "Junior Brother, tell me honestly. When I asked you to protect my pulse that year... was this technique your first time using it?"
Seeing him remain silent, a huge sense of guilt gripped her heart like an ice-cold hand.
"Is it worth it?" Qing Guiyu heard his own voice suddenly become ethereal, "If you tell me first, I will..."
Lu Guiyan looked at her, his cold eyes clearly reflecting her anxious and concerned face. He was silent for a moment before slowly shaking his head.
"...It will be used sooner or later, Junior Sister."
He turned his head and gave her calm instructions, just like he usually did in the valley.
"Don't worry about this. I only need to avenge my family's blood feud. I don't need to live that long."
Qing Guiyu stared at him as if it was the first day he saw him.
"Okay, okay," she took two steps back, gritting her teeth and pointing at him, "You don't want to live, do you? You just want to die, don't you?!"
"I will heal you, Junior Brother," she said through gritted teeth, not sure if she was saying this to him or to her ignorant self back then.
At this moment, she suddenly felt that she was too imposing and said, "I will definitely heal you."
"—How are you going to treat it?"
A faint voice came from behind her.
"With your life, Miss Qing?"
Lu Guiyan finally turned around, his eyes passing over her shoulder and falling on the young man in black clothes who was walking slowly behind her.
The sword's power surged like a hazy halo, pushing away the surrounding wind and snow.
"Master Tianji." Lu Guiyan spoke each word with a tone that was no longer filled with warmth, only a chill that penetrated his bones. "The lives of the Snow Mountain Sect will be settled here today."
Chen Juansheng stopped walking. He didn't look at Lu Guiyan, but lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed stubbornly on the slightly reddened corners of the blue-clothed girl's eyes. He laughed softly, and the laughter drifted through the dead silence of the sword tomb, with a hint of mocking tenderness.
"If I were your senior brother, I would find a quiet place to recuperate properly." He walked over slowly, holding the slipped black fox fur in his hand, as if he was still planning to put it on her, "instead of standing here in front of Miss Qing, forcing myself to look so... pitiful and hateful."
He said this with concern and care, as if he were truly a kind and compassionate person.
But just when the fox fur was about to touch her back——
Without any warning, the Wuwang Sword, with its sinister sword intent, struck directly at the vital point of Shen Juansheng's heart.
The sword's flash stirred up a whirlwind of snow. It flowed across the broken monuments and inscriptions, bringing with it a sharp, ghostly wail. The emptiness and heaviness could linger so poignantly in one place, leaving only the purest, most resolute killing intent.
Qing Guiyu was horrified and swung his bamboo flute to stop him, but it was too late.
In a flash, the cold light on the golden blade suddenly increased, like a beam falling from the sky, falling down one after another, and Shen Juansheng's figure floated three feet to the side and rear lightly.
Even though he was prepared, and his Tianji's reflexes were incredibly fast, the clash of metal before him continued like rain, sparks flying in the snow. The two exchanged countless blows. The golden sword energy, as they collided, stirred up the thin layer of snow on the ground, sending it soaring several feet high.
Suddenly, there was a "swish" sound, and a long cut was made on the black sleeve. Amidst the flying cloth, a line of blood spurted out, dyeing the white snow in front of him red.
Lu Guiyan just stood there quietly, his white hair fluttering in the wind, the long sword in his hand pointing diagonally, a drop of bright red blood slowly sliding down the tip of the sword.
Chen Juansheng frowned and took two steps back, just enough to stand beside her. He raised his hand to cover the wound, and blood immediately gushed out from between his fingers.
Qing Guiyu subconsciously reached out to grab it, and all he touched was the cold fabric and the warm blood that was rapidly flowing out from underneath.
"Miss Qing, be careful, don't come over here..." Shen Juansheng leaned against her from behind, trembling slightly. He looked up at Lu Guiyan standing across from him, sword in hand, and laughed coldly, his voice low and hoarse, with a hint of just the right amount of panting.
"He...will hurt you."
Looking at his pretentious appearance, Lu Guiyan's expression grew even colder. He raised the sword in his hand and was about to hand it out again.
Qing Guiyu was so angry that he felt dizzy before his eyes. Thinking about his new injury, the nameless anger in his chest became even more intense.
"you……"
"Miss Qing, if you're protecting him like this..." Young Master Jinsheng suddenly revealed a bleak smile, "Yes, how can I compare to Brother Lu. He... is your senior brother, the one who saved your life."
As he spoke, he glanced at Lu Guiyan, who had a cold expression, out of the corner of his eye.
"But I..." Young Master Jinsheng's voice became increasingly low, with a heartbreaking sadness, "I thought, we..."
He paused, his long eyelashes drooping.
"We rode together, slept on the same bed, and had our skins touching..."
The four words "skin-to-skin contact" were rolled out lightly and slowly between his lips and tongue, like poison soaked in honey.
Qing Guiyu pulled his hand and turned his head suddenly, almost wanting to poke a few holes in him with his eyes.
——What’s wrong with you?
Young Master Jinsheng was still smiling gently, but the golden threads wrapped around his body were blowing in the wind, flashing a dangerous cold light.
Obviously, if someone's mind changes, the ever-changing silk blade will attack immediately.
But he never expected that he would say such words here in front of his junior brother.
Qing Guiyu was so angry that she wanted to push him away and raised her hand to slap him again.
But Chen Juansheng let go of the hand that was on the wound, and with blood dripping, he grabbed her wrist first. He held it tightly, his fingertips were cold, but his face still had that calm and gentle expression.
"Miss Qing," he looked at her, "are you going to hit me again? Is it because I embarrassed you in front of him by saying this?"
Lu Guiyan, dressed in white, leaning on his sword, his handsome face remained expressionless. He only slightly frowned when he heard the words "skin-to-skin contact."
He looked at the absurd scene in front of him, at Shen Juansheng who was almost completely attached to her, and at Qing Guiyu who was angry, anxious, and unable to defend herself.
After a long while, he finally spoke again and sighed softly.
"You planned this, does it count?"
His voice was calm, as if he was stating a very simple truth.
"Master Tianji, you are good at using words to manipulate people's hearts. Besides these despicable tactics, what else do you have?"
Shen Juansheng smiled coldly, tightened his injured arm, and almost hugged her with his whole body. He said to Lu Guiyan in a lover-like intimate manner,
"Why not? Even if she's so angry that she kills me here with her own hands, Miss Qing is so kind that she will never forget me."
"So I enter her dreams every night, what's wrong with that?"
Hearing him say this, Qing Guiyu was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe.
I can only advise myself to be more attentive.
A poisonous snake will not be killed by its own venom, and of course she probably won't be killed by her own disgust.
She turned around suddenly, anger flashing in her eyes, and grabbed Shen Jiansheng's clothes.
“Shen Tianji,” she gritted her teeth, “You are right.”
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